Silk thread spun, a cocoon is born Out of it's being, it becomes complete We spin a cocoon, not unlike the worm Life's fleeting moments to other's are seen Our being, offered to humanity A tapestry woven from our strife Un-trampled spirit within its shell, Loose the bond of the cocoon, For man, leaving a mother's womb. Silkworm listens to its destiny Man reaching for infinity It's masterpiece worth it's weight in gold
